Warrior Cat Oc Idea Novels & Stories

However, the screams only got louder. I sat on the bed and covered my ears but then I heard a male voice saying, "you are just an omega, whereas I am a warrior who fights for and protects this pack. Consider it a privilege that I want to fuck you and satisfy my lust." I closed my eyes as my blood began to boil. The omega cried, "please, I beg you to let me go. Leave me alone." I heard the warrior punch her and warned, "shut the fuck up and don't provoke me. All the warriors are busy and no one will be able to help you. I choose this location because it's far from the main pack.

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier. What would Cavbendish be, I wonder, sketching his face as I ponder. Something sleek, elegant and deadly. I try doodling him as a shark first. Sharks are sleek and deadly, and they are elegant too, in their own way, but they’re too, well, primitive. They were around at the same time as the dinosaurs, I think. A big cat suits Cavendish better. A panther or a jaguar or something like that. Lounging around looking like an expensive cologne advert, while being ready to spring an ambush. Hidden claws inside velvet paws. I try a few sketches. Big Cat Cavendish on his back legs in a suit, with a top hat and a cane. Cavendish with his

Confident. Aria froze. Something about the approaching presence felt wrong. Dangerous. Ancient. The crowd parted. A massive warrior stepped into view. He towered over everyone around him. Nearly seven feet tall. Broad shoulders. Scarred face. Armor black as midnight. His eyes glowed crimson beneath the firelight. Not natural. Not normal. Predatory. Selene immediately snarled. That one is different. The giant warrior smiled. Not kindly. Not warmly. Like a predator spotting wounded prey.

I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. Kaidon chuckled, a sound that warmed me despite my confusion. “Love, we don’t care about biological status here. If an Omega wanted to be a warrior and was the best, they’d be at the top. We’ve got a few Omega warriors, but they still have some technical things to work on before they can climb higher,” he said, his pride for his pack evident. He paused suddenly, his gaze sharpening. “Actually, the warriors are training right now. Want to check it out?”

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

"Of course your hands can do that. The basket of fish pieces is right over there by the rock, I will show your eyes. But next time the moon is up, you need an adult warrior walking with your boots, okay?" "Why do I need a warrior?" "Because forest cats look real cute, but their inner spirit can be quite mischievous when they get scared." Stella guides the young boy back toward the main path, and only then does my brain realize my eyes have been staring at his face for a real long time. Maybe it is just a common thing among mated omegas, to feel a massive amount of curiosity about the specific wolf their alpha husband loves so much, to wonder what kind of beautiful spirit could make the great

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

“Every so often, a male will be born without a wolf, or a weak wolf. They are labeled Omegas and have jobs that don’t involve fighting. Most work in the hotels or for the construction company. Very few work in the security company. But support staff is important. My dad is an Omega male. He works in the security office, watching camera and doing technical work.” “Can females be warriors? I mean, Marcella and Bridget aren’t here,” I say. “Well Marcella is an Alpha Female. Rare to have one. She is special. Bridget can fight. And yes, there are a lot of female warriors. I was never a warrior. Being mated to Trent was like ‘what?’ He is the best fighter in his class. Victor just started to beat

The little quirks of what I am weren't very prominent or happened very often when I didn't have a mate. I've never felt the feelings that I feel now which pull them from me involuntarily. And now that I have a mate, the embarrassing sounds have been happening more and more often. I wonder what he thinks of me? I wonder if it bothers him that I'm a class 3 Delta warrior. A class 3 Delta warrior isn't just a ranking, it's actually who I am or what I am I should say. Omega's are the lowest, they're the weakest, smallest, and they have very feminine features. They are also all submissives. They can get pregnant, but they cannot get anyone pregnant.